Primitive She bent to fetch dirt and water, then rose to set mud sailing in air. Joined in tribal lust by Others they marked the shamed one. Mudslinging delivered its sting.
Primitive She morphed a civilized skin, as did Others. Their numbers did swell and divide and swell again. Mud now words. The shamed one not near but far. Across the ages she carried the urge to put hand to dirt and water. To deliver the sting. Now her words set to air and merely died.
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